Here
Here on the Plain there's silence.
With sunset came in dusk increased
And
Deepened with the dark of night
The Hand that fluttered against Skies
Here
Here
The Voice that blue and high soared
Silent.
For the Crown was here, here in these lines.
And it was a Crown of Thorns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem